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My brain couldn’t give an accurate answer to those questions my mind popped out and Kofo didn’t help matters as well. She was almost reaching for my nozzle because her car was jerking, signaling the need for fuel. My mum on the other hand, was a woman I can’t joke with because she had been through life for me. I decided to multitask like an iPhone, allowing Kofo continue the game while I answer my mother’s call.
“Hello Ma!” I said. “Ma?! Daddy! No! Impossible!”
The phone unconsciously dropped from my hand. I woozily glided to the floor while Kofo quickly switched on the light. Even Kofo’s unclad body couldn’t resuscitate my weak nozzle. My nozzle was totally frosty, enervated and shy.
Kofo was surprised about my mood swing. She sat on the floor, right beside me, then threw her left hand around my neck. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She asked, concerned. “Talk to me. Why change your mood?”
I wanted to talk but words stuck up in my throat. I tried but to no avail. I tried even harder, my mouth was opening but no words came out, I was temporarily dumb.
Kofo tilted my neck to her right, just to get my eyes fixed into hers and said, “Banji, talk to me please. You’re getting me scare. Am I not good enough?”
I pondered on those words years after that day, ‘Am I not good enough?’ And I wondered how girls think. It’s not always about you girl, It’s about me. I said to myself.
Kofo looked at me and was frustrated by my mysterious silence. She paused for some seconds with her eyes still fixed into mine, waiting for my transient dumbness to be healed. She was disenchanted. Kofo stood up on her feet, reached for her blouse and got set to leave.
She walked and stood in front of me. My head was bowed in pain, my tears had already designed the floor and my mucus going in and out of my nose as I sniffled. I only noticed her shadow that darkened the patch I sat and her blue jean which rested on her tawny moccasin.
“Banji! Since you have decided to keep mute, I’m out of here. Call me as soon as you feel like talking.” She sadly said.
Kofo opened the door and stepped out. “MY FATHER IS DEAD!” I screamed and cried out loud.
I laid down on the floor, crying bitterly. I felt my life had stopped. I hated myself, cursed my birthday and almost hating God.
“Why must You take him now? Why God? Why?” I thunderously yelled, pointing to the ceiling, directed to God. “Why did You allow me go through all these rigors and pains? I thought You’re a merciful God. Yes, You are but why me? Why me? Why me?!”
I sensed someone opening the door gently so I quickly turned my head to the its direction to take a glimpse at the person. It was Kofo. She was already in tears as she walked in, bolted the door and sat on the floor with her legs jointly stretched out, placing my head on her laps.
I cried even more at her kindhearted gesture. Kofo, was a girl every good guy deserved. She wept as if it was her father who just died and yet she consoled me not to, cleaning my tears with her palm as they forcefully came out. Kofo brought out a handkerchief from her bag which she used to clean my sticky nose. She petted me just as a mother would do her crying baby; she just can’t give me orange to suck at that time as a mother would do at anytime for her baby, even in a commercial transit.
My tears were drying up little by little and my groaning died down drastically. Kofo kept crying profusely, even after I had stopped or better still reduced my tears. That got me wondering why was that.
Asking her why she was crying sounded rash to me but I had no choice. I summoned courage to ask. “KofoLove, why are you still crying? You have asked me to stop crying and I did so why are you?”
That question geared Kofo’s tears to another level. She cried out loud than ever before which signaled there was something she was shrouding.
“Kofo, come on talk to me. I’m here for you. Talk, please talk to me. Say anything.” I persuaded.
I stood up, then I carried Kofo with the forty percent strength I had left to my bed; forty percent gone into ceaseless weeping while the rest twenty percent gone into erogenous activities superintended by Sister Grace and Kofo.
I patted her back to calm her down from her flowing tears. “KofoLove, can you please talk to me?” I urged.
Thank goodness! She finally spoke. “Banji, am so sorry to have kept this away from you all the while.” She said, full of pity.
“Just talk. Say it” I cut in.
She wiped her tears with the back of her palm, cleared her throat and bowed her head in sorrow. “Banji, my dad and my mum are late.” He said and sniffled.
I was extremely shocked. My mouth was opened wide for some seconds, finding it difficult to believe. “Kofo, tell me you’re joking. Please tell me.” I said, shifting closer to her.
“Am serious, Banji. They both died in an car crash. The same day.” She said.
“Jeeeeeeeesus!” I shouted. I became mute for some seconds and later assured her, “Kofo, what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.”
Kofo later managed to throw poorly formed smiles to complement her painful efforts to dowse her tears.
I became so cold and stiff like a frozen fish, words could barely come out of my mouth. “Do you mind telling me the whole story, how it happened?” I calmly asked.
She was about talking when my phone rang. It was a strange number. I was scared to answer it. I looked at Kofo, who immediately gave me a wink to pick it up. I did.
“Hello? Please who’s speaking?” I said. “Sir?! Who? My Mother?!”
My life was rewound few minutes backward, just to feel almost the same pain. Shocked, the phone slipped off my hand again.
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